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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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Wednesday, November 21st, 2013 – Deidre Cheshire – Cassia County, ID

I hadn’t been to my dead aunt’s ranch since I was a kid. It appeared the same now as it had then, like time had stopped for this one spot, and the rest of the world had moved on.

Right into the hands of Mark Glassner.

I pushed the Living God and his mad ambition out of my mind, along with thoughts of that horrid sheriff and his men who tried to molest us not long ago at the border crossing. I was still feeling exhausted from the magic I’d used to trick him into thinking he was fucking Lizzy. I’d conjured a hallucination in his mind.

Worshiping the Ghost as our “ancestor spirit” had advantages.

I focused on our new home. The main house was painted a faded blue, rising three stories and surrounded by several barns and sheds. My great-grandfather had built it for his rather large family at the turn of the last century. As big as it was, there were thirty women in the cult. It would be cramped.

I clapped my hands and barked, “Let’s get everything inside!”

The thirty of us had pooled our resources before we left Paris, Texas. We cleared out every store we could for supplies: sleeping bags, dry goods, and canned food. Dr. Savitri Anada, our resident gynecologist, had brought as many medical supplies from her clinic as she could manage.

I touched the gold amulet around my neck, brushing the inlaid green jade and black jet. All the power our devotion to the Ghost had generated was contained in this amulet. I had to use a lot of it to keep that sheriff from molesting Lizzy. The new sexual freedom of the Theocracy had definitely let some men think they could fuck any woman they wanted.

And since that was the way the false god Mark acted, it wasn’t at all surprising his followers believed the same.

“It’s nice,” Rhonda May said, a smile on her lips as she hefted a purple sleeping bag. Her twin sister carried a crate of canned food beside her.

“It is,” I said, still fingering the amulet. With it and the seven unborn daughters of the Ghost, we would yank him out of Hell.

The Boone College cheer squad hauled out bags of flour and rice, still wearing their black-and-gold uniforms. Three of them—Ursula, Kelly, and Latonya—were pregnant. I knew they were all carrying girls. I cast a spell to make sure their fetuses were female. Lizzy, the smallest and youngest member of the cult, strained to carry supplies. At barely eighteen, she was another mother-to-be. The last two who were bred by the Ghost were Tammy, another barely legal cutie, and Carla, the former ghost hunter.

I lugged supplies in with the rest. The inside of the house was cold and dusty, bringing sneezes from everyone. After I dropped off the goods, I did an inspection of the farmyard and outbuildings. I was pleased to see the woodpile alongside the barn was well stocked with more than enough logs and kindling to make it through the winter, using both the fireplace and wood-burning stove to keep the house warm.

“What are we going to do about the sheriff?” Carla whispered when she fell in beside me as I poked around the grounds, her red curls tumbling about her shoulders.

“I’ll use the illusions to distract him again,” I told her.

“But that takes power. Aren’t we going to need to stockpile it as we near our due dates?” She patted her stomach. “Will you be able to keep it up?”

I frowned, thinking back to The Tenets of Respect and Worship, the Chinese book from which I’d learned the ancestral magic. There was a defensive spell in it. It would require the other amulets, lesser talismans, that I had commissioned.

“I think there’s a last resort we can prepare,” I told her. “Hopefully, we can keep the pig distracted until he finds something else to amuse him.”

“Fucking pervert,” she muttered. “So, what’s this defensive spell?”

I smiled. “Well, six of us will get to have some fun with the Ghost.”

“I volunteer!”

I looked out at the other women streaming in and out of the farmhouse. “Maybe it’s best if I don’t play favorites.”

Carla sighed. “I guess. Well, I’ll prepare some lots to be drawn.”

“Thanks.”

I blinked as she leaned in and gave me a quick kiss on the lips before she sauntered off, her hips swaying in her tight skirt. I licked my lips, tasting the sweet remnants of pussy. I don’t know why I was surprised that her lips were adorned with feminine juices; there was a lot of loving going on. Even I had made love to over half of the women in the cult already despite the fact that, until our meeting, I had never even thought about being with a woman.

It was… nice. Though I would prefer the Ghost’s cock.

“Don’t just stand there, Ms. Cheshire,” Lizzy said when I reentered the house to check on things. Her braces flashed as she smiled. She dropped a bag of sex toys on the table. “We have lots of work to do.”

“You’re right, sugar,” I smiled, putting my arm around her shoulders. “How you feelin’?”

“Fine,” she smiled. “I got to pee a lot.”

“You’re, what, two months pregnant?”

She nodded. “About. I still get queasy in the morning. It sucks.”

I wish I had his child. I might still turn up pregnant. I had been with the Ghost a week ago, but it was so early in my cycle, so I doubted I’d conceived.

It took almost an hour to unload all our supplies. After, we all crammed into the den, sitting on the floor cuddling up together, or squeezed onto the two couches and the love seat. They all chatted for a moment as I moved before them. A crackling fire warmed the den, painting the walls with dancing shadows.

“What’s going on?” Mindy asked. As far as we knew, she was the Ghost’s first lover. She loved to talk about the time he popped her cherry in a changing room at the mall.

“I want to cast a defensive spell.” I smiled. “We generated a lot of energy during that orgy when we swore ourselves. Enough to come close to putting up defensive wards.”

“Is this about that pervy sheriff?” Cheryl-Lynn asked, her arm around her pregnant girlfriend, Tammy. “Who does he think he is, trying to molest us?”

Marissa, snuggled up to her twin sister, giggled. “Yeah. Only the Ghost should do that.”

I explained the problem to them. We were going to need to store power in my amulet, to be ready when the children were born so we could summon the Ghost and free him from the Devil’s and Astarte’s chains. If things grew bad, we would need to protect ourselves to buy us time. When I mentioned the six lucky women casting the spell would get a visit from the Ghost, they were all excited.

“Let’s do this!” clapped Ruth. She was naked. The Ghost had turned her into some sort of exhibitionist. He’d affected each of us in different ways. “I want to be picked!” Her perky tits bounced as she shot her arm up in the air.

“We’re going to draw lots,” I said. “Carla has filled up a jar with six slips of paper marked with a star. If you’re chosen, then you get to be one of the lucky girls.

The cult teemed with excitement. Each of us yearned for the Ghost to touch us again. One by one, they came up and thrust their hands into the jar, swirling around to find a tag. Lizzy’s smile fell when she wasn’t chosen. Next, Marissa groaned, shaking her head.

“Yes!” Rhonda May gasped right after, holding her slip of paper with a star on it.

“No fair!” Marissa pouted as she watched her twin begin a celebratory dance like she had just scored a touchdown.

Laughs echoed. More came up and soon the other five had drawn their slips. Zena, Mercedes, Ruth, Nevada, and Latonya all quivered in excitement, each eager to enjoy the Ghost once more. My pussy clenched in envy.

I opened up a small felt bag in my purse and spilled out the six lesser amulets on the sturdy kitchen table. They were made of silver amulets, each set with only green jade. “These will be the foci for the spell. We need to power them so these six women can cast it.”

“And how do we power it?” Rhonda May asked, a big grin on her face as she took one of the amulets.

“How do you think?” I licked my lips and arched my eyebrows.

I could feel the pure, feminine lust in the air. Rhonda May’s twin sister pulled her down, the pair exchanging quite the charged kiss as their clothes fell off. They were in a sixty-nine in a flash, their incestuous passion echoing through the room.

Nevada, our nurse, was swept up by Doctor Savitri, a naughty gynecologist that the Ghost had enlisted to help molest patients. The Indian woman tongued the busty nurse and played with Nevada’s pierced nipples.

Nevada pushed Doctor Savitri down, spreading her cinnamon thighs. Savitri moaned, her pussy shaved except for a strip of black hair leading down to her clit. Nevada kissed down the landing strip until she reached Savitri’s clit, nuzzling and licking it while I watched in envy.

“Oh, yes,” gasped the Doctor. “Mmm, that’s it.”

The jade set in the amulet hanging from the nurse’s neck flickered with green light, gathering the charge. I groaned, watching in delight, my eyes locked on Nevada’s plump ass wiggling in invitation at me.

The bag full of sex toys Lizzy had set on the table was within reach. I fished out a U-shaped dildo, a strapless strap-on. I pushed the curved end into my pussy, my sheath gripping the bulbous tip. I shuddered at the delicious shape. It had these amazing ridges which massaged my clit and labia while my pussy’s depths drank in the feel of the end buried in me. The dildo thrust out before me, an artificial cock.

Next best thing to the Ghost being here.

I fell to my knees behind Nevada and gripped her plump ass. I couldn’t resist ducking my head down and swiping my tongue through her fat labia. Her sweet musk spilled over my tongue as I flicked my tongue through her folds.

Nevada moaned, squirming as she pleasured the doctor. The naughty nurse wiggled her hips back into me, smearing her hot pussy lips on my face. I tongued her pussy as hard as I could, giving her all the pleasure I was capable of. I wanted her to moan and shudder on my lips.

I wanted her to explode.

I nibbled on her clit, my nose pressing into her sweet folds. All I could smell was her delightful musk. Her cream dripped over my lips and stained my chin. I sucked on her bud, her squeals growing louder and louder.

The air resounded with gasps and moans as women squirmed about us, pressing against our bodies in the narrow confines. A lesbian orgy had broken out again. The cult’s lust, their passion, permeated the air.

“Suck my pussy, slut!”

“Oh, yes! Eat me! Oh, fuck!”

“Tongue me!”

“I love it when you suck on my tits!”

“Drink my piss! That’s it! Oh, yes! You filthy whore! Drink every drop!”

My pussy squeezed about the round end of the dildo, eager for my pleasure, too. I just had to make the nurse cum. I nibbled on her clit and thrust a finger into her pussy. Her juicy depths sank around my finger.

“Oh, yes, yes,” whimpered the nurse. “Ooh, Deidre. That’s good!”

“Make my nurse cum!” gasped the doctor.

“I will!” I panted and nipped Nevada’s clit.

She gasped into the doctor’s pussy, her hips shaking. She smeared her hot pussy folds against my lips and cheeks. Her sheath clenched about my finger. I curled it inside of her, searching for that naughty spot.

Found it.

“Oh, my god, yes!” Nevada howled.

A flood of spicy passion poured into my lips as she orgasmed. Her cunt rippled around my finger. I licked and lapped up her juices spilling out of her. My pussy squeezed down on the dildo, my lusts growing in excitement.

The green glow coming from the jade shown around her, drinking in more of the energy. I shuddered, ripping my lips and finger from her cunt. I rose, my tits swaying before me. My dildo bobbed and swayed, stirring around in my cunt.

“Mmm, let’s give you more pleasure,” I purred as I lined up the dildo’s tip at her shaved flesh.

“Yes!” Nevada moaned. “Fuck me, Deidre!”

I buried the dildo into her cunt. Her pussy lips spread over the shaft, engulfing. The fake dick sank into her juicy depths. I shuddered at the sight, a wave of dizzying heat spilling over me. It was such an incredible treat to witness.

“Oh, yes!” I groaned. “Take my cock, whore! Oh, fuck, yes!”

My hips pumped, pleasure stirring through me. I loved it. The bulbous end of the U-shaped dildo stirred around inside my wet pussy and pressed against my clit. I groaned with each thrust, my snatch squeezing around the shaft.

Pleasure sparked from my clit. My tits heaved. I gripped her hips as I fucked her. My crotch slapped into her rump, making her butt-cheeks jiggle. A naughty shudder ran through me as I stared at that ass.

SMACK!

“Ooh, you naughty librarian!” gasped Nevada, my hand leaving a bright, red mark on her rump.

“Mmm, I am!” I moaned.

SMACK!

She moaned, thrusting her hips back into me. It was so naughty to spank her rump as I fucked her hard. I thrust into her, my tits heaving. The pleasure rippled out of my pussy, the dildo massaging my naughty depths.

The harder I fucked her, the harder the dildo’s ridges pressed against my clit. I shuddered as my body drank in those sensations. They propelled me to pound her hard. To fuck my dildo over and over into her.

“Yes, yes, yes!” gasped Nevada, her voice muffled by the doctor’s pussy.

The naughty nurse kept licking the Indian woman’s twat. Dr. Savitri whimpered, her face pressed down in the throw rug. She humped her hips, smearing her pussy on Nevada’s hungry mouth. The green glow swelled in brilliance, emerald flooding around the nurse.

I pounded her as hard as I could, my orgasm building and building in me. I groaned, my breasts heaving. I licked my lips, stained with her sweet delight. A naughty thrill shot through me. I rammed forward hard, my crotch smacking her red rump.

“Oh, yes, Nevada,” I moaned. “I’m going to cum fucking your cunt!”

“Do it!” she hissed, bucking back hard into my thrusts. “I’m almost there again!”

I rammed into her cunt. Those naughty ridges pressed on my clit. Pleasure exploded through me. My orgasm writhed around the dildo. Waves of rapture washed through my body as my juices flooded out around the toy stuffed in me.

The jade light flared brighter as more pleasure was fed to it, an offering to the Ghost.

“Yes!” I moaned. “Fuck, yes! I love you, Ghost!”

I kept pumping my hips, my orgasm shuddering through me. My clit rejoiced with every thrust, adding more sparks, setting off new bursts of delight. The pleasure spilled through my mind, drowning my thoughts.

I swayed, almost lost in the bliss. I almost could feel the Ghost watching us from Hell, smiling with satisfaction as he saw our dedication to him. Another orgasm shot through me, feeding more energy to the amulet.

“Yes! I’m cumming!” Nevada gasped. “For you, Ghost! Yes, yes, yes!”

“I love you!” I howled, drunk on this moment.

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Thursday, November 22nd, 2013 – Rhonda May Myers

I trooped outside the next day, the jade amulet shining with emerald light around my neck. The orgy the night before had been intense. It had never quite ended. I would just sort of collapse and doze for a bit before being dragged back into the fun. Some had paused to cook food, eating in hurried bites before plunging into the orgy to add more passion to power the amulet.

I wanted to sleep for a week.

But first I would get to fuck the Ghost.

The other five women had already been out to cast the spell. They all returned with huge smiles on their faces, well-fucked by the Ghost. They’d been naked, like I was, despite the cold. My nipples were hard and my skin goose-pimpling as I trudged across the yard.

I didn’t care.

I needed to do this to get everything ready for the Ghost. I would walk naked into a blizzard for a chance to feel his intoxicating touch again. There was nothing like it in the world, not even that wild night I spent under Darleen Cummings’s spell.

I trooped out past the barns before hopping over a fence into a horse paddock. I hurried across the frozen dirt to the point Ms. Cheshire told me to occupy. I shivered as I stretchered out on the cold grown, squirming.

“Blue hells, that is cold,” I gasped, shifting to get comfortable. The chill numbed my back and ass. I stared up at the gray-woolen sky, my legs spreading wide. My teeth chattered as I shivered. Something drifted down, white and fluffy.

Snow.

I pushed my hands between my thighs, pressing them into my pussy. I waited for my chattering teeth to stop, then performed the spell, gasping, “I call upon my guardian spirit.” My breath frosted white above me, the fog drifting away on the calm air. “Come upon me, Ghost of Paris. Leave your mark on my body and this spot. Defend your devoted worshipers.”

Another shiver wracked my body, but not from the cold. Electricity danced on my skin, the jade pendant flaring with a powerful light. It pushed away the cold, replacing it with heat. The falling snow melted a few feet above me and fell like drops of warm rain to splash on my flesh.

“Well, well, well, another purtee, young thang itchin’ for my pecker,” a voice hissed out of nowhere.

“It’s you,” I groaned. A huge smile crossed my lips. “I missed you.”

“Course you did, sweetness.” A hand slid up my thigh. The touch was electric.

I instantly wanted to let him do whatever he wanted to me. It was intoxicating. I had no resistance at all. I groaned in delight as his finger stroked up my thigh to my shaved pussy. He crossed my juicy folds and thrust into my pussy’s depths.

I grew wet in a flash, a molten heat swelling in me.

“You’re just a slut achin’ for my big, ol‘ pecker.”

“I am! My pussy’s missed your pecker so much! Me ‘n Marissa both. We can’t wait for you to be reborn.”

“You gals sure are naughty,” he said. “Glad I left an ‘mpression.”

“Uh-huh,” I moaned as he thrust a second finger inside me.

My pussy clamped down on the Ghost’s thrusting touch. I couldn’t see him, but I could feel him in me. I gasped as he curled his fingers inside of me. I arched my back, shuddering in delight. Delicious joy surged through me to be touched by him again.

I gasped out in rapture as his thumb brushed my clit, bliss pouring through me. He massaged me, teased me. He was driving me toward my orgasm so fast. He massaged inside my juicy cunt, teasing me. I whimpered, squeezing down on him as I trembled on the now-warm ground.

“Ghost!” I moaned. “Oh, I’ve missed ya! Oh, damn, that’s good!”

The pleasure swelled as he massaged my G-spot. I was so excited to be touched by him, to feel his invisible thumb massaging my clit, that I shuddered. In a flash, I was cumming. My pussy spasmed around his fingers, juices gushing out of me.

My body trembled on the ground. My tits, a rose tattooed on one, quivered and jiggled as I squirmed. Pleasure slammed into my mind. That wonderful exhilaration of cumming from the Ghost’s amazing touch swept through me.

“Yes, yes!” I howled, stars bursting across my vision. “That’s what I needed!”

“You cummin’ already, slut?”

“Hell, yeah, I am!” I gasped. “You’re touchin’ me!”

He chuckled as he pulled my fingers out of my pussy. I could see them outlined by my juices. The melting snow splashed on his body. Droplets of water ran across his invisible form. He loomed over me, blocking the precipitation, his hard cock brushing my thigh. I felt the twitch as I trembled through my orgasm.

“I bet you really want my pecker shoved up your sweet cooch.”

“More than anythang, Ghost!” I gasped, my pussy convulsing. “Fuck me!”

His hand squeezed my perky tit, his fingers pinching my nipple. I watched his unseen digits dimple my flesh as his cock slid up my thighs. I quivered, my nipple burning in his rolling touch. I ached for this moment.

His cock touched my pussy folds.

“Ghost!” I gasped as he drove his cock into my cunt.

I whimpered as this thick girth spread me open. I shuddered, my thighs wrapping around empty air. I sat up on my elbows, peering down at my shaved pussy. I grinned, seeing my vulva gaping open, my labia sliding in and out of my pussy as he fucked me.

He pounded my pussy. He worked that big dick into me. I fell back on the ground, squirming, moaning. His hand squeezed my tit as he grunted, plowing into me. Water ran across his invisible form looming over me. I gripped his waist, watching my toes curl on the other side of his body.

“That is one tight cooch,” he groaned. “Fuckin’ A, but that is what I need! Nothin’ like a barely legal cunt.”

“Nothin’ like my Ghost’s pecker fuckin’ my pussy!” I gasped, humping into his thrusts, the pleasure burning through me.

The Jade amulet flared, interacting with the Ghost somehow, completing the defensive circle around the house. I felt the energy surging around us as he rammed that dick into me. My pleasure rippled out into the world.

I whimpered, my pussy drinking in his hard plunges. His cock felt magical in me. So much better than toys or a girl’s fingers. Better even than my twin sister’s tongue plundering through my snatch. This was the man I was devoted to.

This was my Ghost fucking me.

“Pound me!” I howled. “Oh, yes! I love you, Ghost!”

His lips nuzzled at my neck, his breath hot as he grunted into my ear. “Your pussy is so sweet. Abso-damn-fuckin’-lutely the best!”

I quivered in delight as he rutted in me. He pounded my pussy with that big dick. My clit was mashed by his groin, the pleasure swelling in me. Another orgasm to consume me. I didn’t fight it. I wanted to be carried to paradise by my lover.

I shuddered beneath him, the pleasure building fast. My pussy gripped him, drinking in the friction of his thrusting cock. I whimpered, my cunt clamping down around him. I gripped him with my thighs, my head dizzy from the lust sweeping through me.

The Ghost slammed into me. Pleasure swept through me and his thrusts fired me into rapture.

My pussy convulsed. My cunt writhed about his cock as he pumped in and out of my juicy depths. I quivered beneath him. I hugged him tight to me, my nipples throbbing against his unseen body. He slammed hard into me, waves of rapture washing out of my convulsing snatch to splash against my mind.

“That’s it!” he growled, burying deep into me. “Cum on my pecker like the fuckin’ slut you are! That is fan-fuckin’-tastic, whore! Oh, yes!”

“Fuck me! Cum in me! I’m your whore! Forever, Ghost! Give it to me!” My pussy milked him, hungry for his jizz to fire into me. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“Goddamn, I can’t resist.” He slammed into me, burying his cock all the way into me. “Take my cum! Oh, yes! Take every last drop of it, slut! Your cooch is hungry for it!”

“Dyin’ of thirst, Ghost! Give her what she needs!”

I quivered as I felt every hot blast of his jizz fire into me. That hot flood of cum. My pussy convulsed about his cock, milking him as stars burst across my vision. The jade amulet glowed so brightly, shining through his invisible body.

I hugged his strong body to me, savoring as his cum poured into me. I quivered and moaned, my pussy wringing him dry. I cried out in ecstasy, loving his weight on top of me. My fingernails clawed his back. I never wanted to let him go. I wanted to hold him in my pussy forever.

He vanished, my pussy suddenly empty.

“Please, no,” I sobbed, my pleasure trembling through me. I hugged myself. Aching for the Ghost to still be atop me.

The heat around me vanished. Cold snowflakes landed on me, dusting the ground. I trembled as my rapture died. I blinked tears from my eyes as I stood. I’d given the Ghost some pleasure to tide him over. I had been his lover, and let him satiate his desires in my flesh.

I just had to be patient, and then he would be in my arms again.

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Saturday, February 21st, 2014 – Heather Pritchard

“How are you feeling?” Doctor Savitri asked me as I entered the small bedroom in the farmhouse that served as our clinic.

“My ankles are swollen, and I have to pee all the time,” I giggled, touching my baby bump through the woolen sweater I wore.

Women were moving through the house, their feet echoing on the hardwood floors. The winter had been hard, the last three months at the farmhouse difficult. Everything was falling apart in the world as Wormwood ravaged across the globe. We were lucky to have electricity on any given day since late November.

If it wasn’t for the magic, we would have all died. The military would bring in food once a week into the nearby town of Burmly, but we would be lucky to see any of it. And with thirty people living in the house, it had been getting a little dire until Ms. Cheshire figured out how to duplicate food with a spell.

When we did have power, we all crowd around the wide-screen TV hanging on the living room wall. It was so modern that it always seemed so out of place in this old house. The screen was full of reports of all the dead. Millions in the US alone. Probably over a billion around the world, but the plague finally seemed to be dying down after three months.

Enough so the Patriots tried to assassinate Mary last week at an art museum. A pity they had failed.

When it wasn’t grim news reports, it was broadcast of Mark and Mary reminding everyone that they were in control and glossing over the fact that they had surrendered the City of Seattle to the demon Lilith or that men were dying by the droves.

But not women, so we were all perfectly safe.

“Have you had any spotting?” Dr. Savitri asked as I settled onto the bed, spreading my legs apart. Nurse Nevada reached up my skirt and pulled down my panties, her fingers brushing past my clit; she always did like to tease me during an exam.

“No, Doctor.” I smiled. “I would have told you.”

“And any cramps?”

“I shook my head.”

“I wish we had an ultrasound here.” The doctor sighed as she adjusted a lamp at the end of a bendy arm so she could examine me. Her cinnamon fingers slid up my thighs toward my pussy. “Are you growing a little excited?”

“Don’t I always?” I asked, my pussy growing juicy as her fingers slid closer and closer to my naughty cunt. “You’re a hottie, Doctor.”

I had grown so brazen living with all these women the last three months, sleeping where I could, fucking whomever I wanted. It was sometimes like one long party. There was almost always someone having sex, and with thirty women crammed in the house, there was no privacy.

The doctor grinned at me. We all knew how this exam was going to end.

As the fingers of her right hand slipped into my pussy, the fingers of her left pushed down on my pubic mound from the outside. She probed me, doing a bimanual exam. My toes quivered, and my pussy contracted about her digits.

I groaned in delight as her fingers wiggled about a bit more than a doctor normally would during a pelvic exam. Then I squealed as her thumb just happened to brush my clit. Sparks showered through my juicy pussy.

I moaned, squirming as the pleasure swelled in me. Her touch was fantastic.

“And how are your nipples?” she asked, pumping her fingers in and out of my cunt, her thumb rubbing circles on my hips.

“Sore,” I groaned. Pleasure surged through me. My breasts and nipples were both growing larger. My nubs had grown a darker shade of pink and were fatter, while my areola was spreading across my mounds.

“Nurse, why don’t you help the patient?” said Dr. Savitri.

“Yes, Doctor,” purred Nevada, her blonde hair brushing my face as she pulled off my sweater, my hard nipples coming into view. “Mmm, they do look bigger.”

She squeezed my tit, her fingers sliding up to roll around my nipples. I shuddered at her naughty touch, my pussy clenching down on the doctor’s probing fingers. Pleasure tingled through me as the nurse twisted my nubs.

“Definitely bigger, Doctor,” reported the nurse, a saucy smile on her lips.

“Yes,” I moaned as she rubbed my nipples.

“Is that relieving the soreness?” she asked me.

“Uh-huh.” I quivered. “Definitely soothing them. Mmm, don’t stop and…” My eyes widened. “Dr. Savitri!”

I squirmed as the doctor had abandoned her exam and now licked my clit with her tongue. Sensations flooded through my pussy as she fluttered her tongue against my bud, her fingers pumping in and out of my pussy faster. They plunged deep into my pregnant snatch, my baby bump quivering.

I trembled on the bed, the doctor’s tongue swirling about my clitoris while her fingers pumped in and out of my pussy. I gasped, licking my tongue across the braces covering my teeth. My toes curled while my nipples throbbed in the nurse’s grip.

“Doctor,” I panted. “Oh, yes!”

She raised her face from my clit, my pussy juices staining her lips. Her fingers still plunging into me, she purred, “Let’s check your nerve sensitivity.”

Her fingers stopped plunging into my pregnant snatch. Instead, they curled inside of me, hooking around to stroke the top of my pussy. My eyes widened as she caressed my inner depths. I whimpered, my heart hammering in my chest.

She found my G-spot.

“Dr. Savitri, yes!” I gasped, half-sitting up as she caressed my G-spot with an expert touch.

Nevada giggled. “That sounds like a positive reaction to me.”

“Super positive,” I moaned, crashing back into the seat. I squirmed as the doctor massaged me, sending me hurtling toward my orgasm. “Keep stroking me. Oh, yes! I need it! Give it to me!”

My body quivered, the pleasure billowing through me. I arched my back, thrusting my firm titties into the air. The nurse darted her head down. Her mouth engulfed my right nipple. She sucked. I gasped as her tongue swirled, adding more sensations to the growing swell of bliss.

The finger massaged my G-spot harder. A delirious wave of pleasure shot through me. I quivered, my heart pounding in my chest. My pussy clenched down on her fingers as they massaged me. My head shook back and forth.

The pleasure sparked inside my pussy.

“Doctor!” I moaned as my orgasm burst inside my body and ignited my mind. “Oh, yes! Oh, yes!”

My cunt spasmed around the doctor’s fingers. My pregnant, round belly heaved as I squirmed. My breasts jiggled. My eyes widened as this amazing delight shot through me. I groaned as I spasmed, my body erupting with pleasure.

“I’d say everything’s working out,” purred Nevada. “Patient is very responsive to stimuli.”

“And her pussy is tasting healthy,” the doctor nodded, lifting up her head, her lips shiny with juices.

Nevada leaned over and kissed the doctor on the lips, tasting my juices while I squirmed through my orgasm. “Mmm, definitely healthy,” agreed the nurse when she broke the kiss. “Now it’s time for my favorite part.”

The doctor pulled her fingers out of my pussy. I gasped, my orgasm dying down to hot coals. The nurse moved into position. Her lips nuzzled down into my pussy. I shuddered as her tongue flicked through my cunt for a moment, sending bliss through me. Then the nurse latched onto my urethra, sucking on it.

Doctor Savitri claimed they could tell if something was wrong by the flavor of my pee, but I think Nevada was just a piss slut.

Nevada’s hand slid up the gentle curve of my belly. I groaned as she massaged right over my already full bladder. I shifted, relaxed, and groaned as my urine flowed out of me. An almost orgasmic shudder ran through me as my piss squirted into the nurse’s mouth.

Nevada gulped it down, her eyes squeezing shut. She let out a moan of delight as I kept peeing. My nasty, salty urine filled her mouth. I quivered, my eyes rolling back in my head at the rush of peeing in her mouth.

“Oh, yes,” moaned the doctor, hiking up her skirt and exposing her pussy. She caressed her hot flesh. “Drink her piss like the dirty slut you are.”

My eyes were fixed on the doctor’s pussy, her cinnamon finger plunging into her dripping hole as my piss flooded Nevada’s mouth. I shuddered, humping my hips, eager for the nurse to drink down every drop of my passion.

“Filthy whore!” hissed the doctor, her finger flying through her pussy. “Flood her mouth! Give the fucking slut what she needs.”

Nevada moaned as she swallowed mouthful after mouthful, her eyes flashing up at me, full of happy desire. My piss petered off, her lips sucking down the last few mouthfuls. Then she latched her mouth onto my pussy, tonguing through my excited flesh.

Dr. Savitri shuddered, cumming on her own fingers as another orgasm swelled through me. I humped my pussy into Nevada’s eager mouth, my toes curling. Her tongue darted through my folds, licking up any pee.

“You’re so naughty,” I whimpered.

“She is,” moaned the cumming doctor, pussy juices dribbling down her thighs. “Flood her mouth with your pussy cream now.”

“Yes!” I gasped.

I came closer and closer. That naughty tongue licked and lapped through me. I shuddered on the bed, squirming, the passion building and building in me. My eyes squeezed shut as the heat swelled and swelled, carrying me to the brink of my explosion.

“Yes,” I gasped as my pussy spasmed in delight. “Yes, yes, yes!”

Nevada licked up my cream flooding out of me. She tongued me, teasing me. I squirmed and gasped, the pleasure rolling through me. It melted my mind. It spilled over my thoughts, leaving me dizzy from the passion. My heart pounded in my chest. I licked my lips, my thighs clinging tight to her head, holding her to my pussy.

I collapsed back on it, gasping, my entire body buzzing from the delight. Nevada took a few more fluttering licks through my folds, sending a last ripple of delight through me, then rose. Her face gleamed with my frothy cream and traces of yellow piss.

“Mmm, delicious,” panted Nevada. “She tastes so healthy.”

“Good,” Doctor Savitri smiled, straightening her skirt. “You can run along, dear.”

“Yes, Doctor,” I smiled. I leaned over and kissed Nevada, tasting my acrid piss and sweet pussy, a naughty treat.

I loved my exams.

* * *

Thursday, March 27th, 2014 – Sheriff Caleb Barends – Boise, ID

“I’m glad you survived,” Governor Cantrell said when the meeting wrapped up. “Going to need you to keep a firm hand on the southern part of the state.”

I grinned, giving the governor a nod. I had spent the last four months quarantined in my home. The worst winter I’d ever lived through. I never caught Wormwood, but it killed half my deputies. Luckily, I had Corina to keep me company while I was trapped in my home. And about halfway through the plague, I added Vicki and Amanda to my household. Their dad had died of the Wormwood along with their older brother, and I was more than happy to take in the nubile girls.

Corina was behind me. The runaway had turned into a great sex slave, obedient and cheerful, finding happiness in her new role thanks to the Gods‘ teachings. Now that spring was here, I felt like a new world was born. A third of all the men in the world had died. There were a few extra women lying about just waiting to be snatched up by a strong man.

We could all have harems like the Living God.

The governor and I seemed to think alike. He had a pretty, Black girl of eighteen or nineteen waiting on him. She may have been his daughter; I wasn’t sure. The Theocracy didn’t care about such things like incest.

I extended my hand and exchanged a firm shake with Governor Cantrell.

“I’ll keep southern Idaho in line, Governor,” I agreed. “I’m just glad this damned quarantine is finally over.”

“You’re telling me,” he sighed. “I couldn’t even move into the Governor’s Mansion after Wilson died. Luckily, I had my wife and Jenny to keep me company.” He put his arm around the girl. She beamed while leaning her head on the governor’s shoulder.

“Your wife doesn’t have a problem with Jenny?” I asked.

“No, no, my wife’s a devout follower. She understands these things now.” Cantrell grinned. “Watching them together… What a treat.”

I nodded in agreement.

“Well that was it,” he said next. “Take care, Sheriff. I have a million things to attend to. The world almost fell apart, but at least I kept Idaho mostly together.”

“Yeah. I should be heading back. Cassia County’s in a bad state. It was tough getting through the winter.” I put my arm around Corina, pulling her to me. “But I had some sweet company.”

The governor laughed and slapped me on the shoulder as I turned. I sauntered out, Corina clinging to me. It was nice to drive my vehicle for the first time in months, even if it was all the way up to Boise. I could stay the night, but I was eager to get back to Cassia County.

All winter I had been thinking about that slut with the braces and the rest of her lesbian cult. Sapphicists… What a stupid name. I had planned on using those women to keep up morale with my deputies, but that had all fallen apart during the plague.

My cock stirred. It was time to remind those dykes that they were part of the Theocracy. They needed to do their part to repopulate the world. I started up my SUV before unzipping my pants; Corina knew what to do.

“That’s it,” I groaned as she sucked on my throbbing cock. I pictured the slut with braces. I wanted to enjoy her again. “Let’s get home. A lot of work’s piled up.”

Corina sucked harder. She was such a good slut. I stroked her hair. Braces would be a nice addition to my harem. The dykes could part with one snatch. And if not, I could persuade them to see things my way.

It was my county.

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